Chapter 331
A chill snaked up my spine. I shook uncontrollably, my head a frantic blur. “No, please, spare me! I beg you, spare me…” I was terrified, utterly desperate, because no one could save me.
Matthew smiled. “Why are you crying? I’m known for being gentle and considerate. I’ll only make you comfortable.”
“Maybe later, when you’re comfortable, you’ll be begging me to do it again,” he added.
In an instant, he lifted me and threw me onto the sofa. I scrambled up, panicked, but he pushed me back down. His tall frame enveloped me, intense fear washing over me. Trembling, I cried, “Please spare me! I’ll do anything you want!”
“Would you be willing to stab Reynaldo?” he asked.
I nodded eagerly. “I would. I would.”
Matthew chuckled. “Oh, what a selfish and ruthless woman. I like it.” He began pulling at my down jacket. The oversized garment fell open. I struggled, cried out desperately, but no one came. The bodyguards tactfully exited and closed the door. Watching it close, despair consumed me. I cried out in agony, begging the man to let me go. My pleas, however, only seemed to heighten his interest.
He patted my face, exclaiming excitedly, “You’re much more lively than those other women. This is much more fun, isn’t it?”
I averted my gaze, fixing it on a bottle of wine on the coffee table. Begging was useless; later, there would only be a fight to the death. Then, I thought of Reynaldo—the cold, ruthless man who'd barked at me to buy medicine. Resentment burned in my heart. If I didn't escape Matthew's clutches this time, I'd never forgive him, never.
Matthew grabbed the wine. He smirked. “Think we should have a drink before we begin?”
Before I could respond, he grabbed my chin and poured wine into my mouth. I desperately shook my head, but the wine spilled down my chin and neck, into my ears.
“Hahaha…” Matthew laughed wildly as he poured more wine. Tormenting me was clearly his supreme pleasure. Finally, he finished the bottle, tossing it aside. Immediately, he began to undress.
I turned my head, coughing violently, feeling like I was coughing up my insides. Before I could recover, he pulled at my pajamas. I struggled, my hands flailing, scratching his neck and chin.